I am a major J.A. Konrath/Jack Kilborn fan; I’ve read and enjoyed almost all of the Jack Daniels books and am still dealing with the trauma of the horror collective (Afraid, Trapped, Endurance,Haunted House, Web Cam, etc.).
Given all that, I expected so much more from a J.A. Konrath novel.
Part sci-fi, part thriller, part horror, and part romantic suspense (anyone who knows me knows how much I *love* that genre) J.A. Konrath’s Disturb has good bones but the flesh leaves much to be desired.
We start with an intriguing, if not especially original, premise; greed, power, corruption and sociopathy converge on a troubled, morally upright FDA drone and his smart and sexy love interest.
“Are you sick of getting tired? Never have enough time in the day to get everything done? Want more out of life?” (Konrath).
Imagine waking up from a 15-minute nap, fully refreshed and ready to take on the world! Imagine being mortally injured and healing in minutes!
Introducing EnSOM, the innovative drug that promises to return the 30 or so years human kind loses to sleep. With EnSOM, you will experience unimaginable super-humanity and ultra-productivity!
EnSom works with your brain to suppress your circadian rhythm, the mechanism that determines your body’s sleep wake schedule.
This change allows you to remain awake for several days with almost none of the physical or cognitive consequences!
Patients who’ve taken EnSOM reported intense, realistic nightmares, headaches, lethargy, and loss of appetite.
Other side effects include brain lesion’s, homicidal tendencies, sadism, and infinite and irreparable psychological and emotional damage.
Call your doctor if you’d like to be slowly and painfully silenced about the aforementioned profound and far-reaching side effects.
I jumped on this immediately thinking I was going to b in for a long and intensely frightening night of gore, twists, turns, and nail-biting tension.
I got some of that, but it was all kind of meh. Everything seemed rushed and half-baked, and I didn’t get that “sigh, they made it through the night” feeling I usually get upon coming out the other side of one of Konrath/Kilborn’s books.
I’m not joking; as you drift off to sleep, you hope and pray to every deity you’ve ever heard of that nothing like that will ever happen, ever.
Suddenly, a floor board creaks, the water heater clinks, and you curse yourself for having read past page one.
One thing I’ve always appreciated about Konrath is his talent for taking cliched horror stories and turning them into the kind of psychological and emotional mindfucks that have you wanting to sleep sitting up with a gun on your lap and with every single light in the house on.
Disturb, though, was a mélange of tried, true, and boring, complete with yawn-worthy ruthless, megalomaniacal executives and medical professionals, conspiracies that “go all the way to the top,” and the decaying bodies of previous investigators who “knew too much.”
The main characters didn’t so much go “on the run” as drag each other by the wrist from one death trap to the next; why, for the love of all that is good and pure, would you go to your apartment and, more importantly, back into the killers’ lair where there are few exits and no way to communicate with the outside world?
The blurb gave me the impression that they were going to be off the grid and on the road, holing up in hotels and narrowly escaping capture. I love on the run stories, and a Konrath/Kilborn on-the-run story was going to be a crazy ride.
Boy was I disappointed.
To be clear, this isn’t an accusation of plagiarism; Konrath writes circles around Linda Howard and Sandra brown. That being said, the plot and characters could have come out of any one of their books.
And of course I’m going to kvetch about the whiny, whimpering female half of the couple who hid behind the male half and, for the most part, contributed little to nothing to their collective survival. Her proposed strategies were so naïve and suicidal that, at one point, I started to root for the killers.
Even the major twist at the end doesn’t make up for that annoyance.
In the afterward, Konrath himself admits that this is not his best work. Calling Disturb his “red-headed stepchild,” he attributes the novel’s mediocrity to an absence of humor.
He goes on to explain that while he ”[loves] the main concept and many of the scenes and ideas, there is very little of [him] in the book.
For me, the “there’s no humor” excuse doesn’t really fly, as the horror novels aren’t remotely funny but are miles above this one in terms of quality.
Moreover, the humorous aspect of the Jack Daniels books isn't what keeps me reading. To be honest, they aren't all that funny to me. Rather, it is the tension, mystery, and horror that keep me glued to my seat.
Altogether, the horror collective and Jack Daniels novels are intense, gut-wrenching and fast-paced novels that go in unpredictable directions.
Disturb offers none of that. Three stars.